A Long Way To Go In The Morning

(Words and music by Pete Atkin)

So this is where you live beneath your light bulb
Behind the window and the landlord's faded chintz
As I look out I wonder how I ever got here
Another night another day thrown to the winds
I got in this morning early
And I haven't slept since two days ago
I've got a long way still to travel in the morning
And I ought to go
I knew you better in the instant I first saw you
I should have known there was no more just there and then
'Cause talking easily and waiting for the waiter
It was clear we'd never meet to talk again
And the waiter never showed
But we talked on as if we had something to prove
I've got a lot of ground to cover in the morning
And I ought to move
If I stayed it wouldn't make things any better
A few more hours wouldn't tell you who I am
And I'd only have to try and leave you sleeping
Pick my way between the wardrobe and the gram
And try not to turn and look back
As I push the loose doorhandle down slow
I've got a long way still to travel in the morning
And I ought to go